That Middle Falling Place

Published August 1, 2017 by
Levi Weaver

It takes one bravery to let go of what seems safe and join the fightIt takes another to not get comfortable in the long wrestlingThat long grappling middle that contends between a certain and closed-fist pastAnd an unknowing and blank-slate futureIt takes a leap into a terrifying nothing to admit “I don’t know” And it takes a constitution and a steeling of nerves to declare “I have learned some things”The former is a leap into vulnerability for the first timeThe latter (if you’ve done the former right) is the same.

But you mustIf you stay too long in that middle falling place, if you feed it too many yearsYou find that it has grown too large.Pushing your too-certain past and your never-certain future further to each marginEventually, you realize you spent a life trying to reconcileTwo sliver-thin bookends that grew insignificant.

It is okay to hold what you know in an open hand.But you must hold it, lest you leave it on the side of a never-ending highway.